Slave Trade

Three moonbirds were flying near the entrance of the Scarcia Manor, their behaviors seemingly different from usual. Three pairs of eyes watched a group of visitors in a rather unfriendly way. From time to time, they would let out a piercing shriek, as if to warn the group of people to get out of their territory. But once they saw these people walking over to talk to the guards by the manor’s entrance, the moonbirds became less hostile. Still, their instincts told them that these people weren’t here for a good reason, and thus, the three moonbirds continued to fly around warily.

“Lord Farhan, there are soldiers from Porius City here to see you.”

One of the servants ran to Farhan with an alarmed look on his face.

“Soldiers from Porius City? What kind of business could they have with me? Are you sure they didn’t come to the wrong place?”